The personality of the week Tuesday

6am Tuesday

Tuesday Morning, gave a short sigh as the alarm was knocked for the second time onto snooze. It was a sigh that let the world knew that it was about, without causing too much fuss or bother, drawing unnecessary attention to it's existence. A few scruffs of lavender hair had began to sprout on it's indiscriminately shaped body and a translucent haze of nothingness dully shone around it.

Tuffty entered Kayleigh's bedroom in silence, and perched herself unobtrusively in the space next to her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. As the snooze alarm went off for the third time Kayleigh reluctantly rose and plodded into the bathroom.

As she turned on the shower and reached for her "invigorating" shower gel, in the attempt to make her feel even a little revitalized, she noticed something odd. Nothing particularly strange or out of the ordinary, more like a small co-incidence that Tuesday Morning had managed the gumption to cause. All of the bottles of shampoos, bubble bath and shower gel that adorned her windowsill lay on their sides, as if they had taken part in a domino race. The slightly irritating factor about this was that their tops were all open, and a mixture of colours and aromas were dribbling out of them down the tiles like a Jackson Pollock. Kayleigh had contemplated taking a photograph of it before realising that she had been staring at the oozing splash of colour for over 20 minutes and the water was beginning to go cold.

12 noon Tuesday

Tuesday Morning had fulfilled it's desires in the least obstructive way possible and by noon it was time to give it's post up to Tuesday Afternoon. The lilac stubbled gremlin had much the same plans as it's predecessor, to wander about the human world relatively uneventfully until Tuesday Evening could take on it's shift. It wasn't that the Tuesday's were a lazy bunch, it was more that their jobs weren't particularly challenging for them. They lacked motivation, this is true, but the small deeds that they choose to conduct are not deficient in imagination.

Tuesday Afternoons act for Kayleigh came in the form of a rather indifferent client who, despite being in obvious need of a job, was reluctant to accept any of the suggestions that she gave to him. She searched database after database for an answer, but everything she found demanded something that he simply couldn't muster to possess; enthusiasm.

It could be argued that this man had nothing to do with Tuesday Afternoon, however it claimed it dismissively as it's triumph for it's watch and handed the baton of irrelevance on to Tuesday Evening as Kayleigh took the uneventful drive home.

6pm Tuesday

Kayleigh reluctantly buzzed her meal-for-one of cottage pie in the microwave and sat in her arm chair, equally made for one, until it pinged. If Tuesday Evening had any plans it seemed that they were for things not to happen.

Kayleigh waited once more, quite patiently considering her feelings on the matter, for some kind of communication from Lewis.

She sat, with the TV on low volume encase the sound caused her to miss the door bell, and stared almost constantly at her mobile, only interrupted by the occasional look over at the landline, despite her knowledge that he didn't have the number.

Tuesday Evening, in all it's hairy lilac splendour, went almost unnoticed; practically invisible. It's ears occasionally spiked slightly as it distorted phone signals on more than twelve occasions throughout it's shift, much to it's annoyance as it had figured that it would have little to do but sleep.

Lewis, it seemed, proved to be a good fighter when it came to the work of Tuesday Evening. He was determined that he would somehow get his message through to his mysterious girl, irrelevant of the way his phone was acting up. Perhaps he would even continue this fight into Tuesday Night's scheduled time. Ever conscious of the job that they had, Tuesday Evening ensured that it's morphed form would be aware of the battles that they were facing this evening, and would try to make certain that the message was passed to Wednesday to guarantee that the whole idea would be forgotten by both human entities.

9pm Tuesday

Tuffty lay peacefully sleeping in front of the television by the time that Tuesday Night had emerged from the light purple blob. It's ears were longer, it's body gloopier and it's hair bristlier. The light blueish tinged aura that surrounded it ebbed and waned as it too drifted through it's dreams.

The trials that the Monday clan had ensured yesterday had been enough to cause both human enemies in question to fall into a deep sleep in their chairs, blissfully unaware of each others efforts.

Kayleigh, her right hand entangled in the phone coil as she had been subconsciously fiddling with it while awake, slept in an extremely uncomfortable looking position that was likely to humour Wednesday Morning with it's appearance in a few hours time.

Lewis, however, had managed to drag himself and his weary body into his own bed, his arms too entwined with the wire of his phone charger, hoping that a quick recharge was all it needed to work again.

Wednesday Morning's challenge was of course to ensure that the weekend's escapades were at last forgotten, a job which it took seriously despite it's gawky looks and it's hedgehog spiked body.